Bad Moods

It starts off with something small, the proverbial last straw, you think, but no, it’s got to have been brewing for awhile now. As cliché as it may seem, a small storm cloud feels like it’s brewing between your throat and your chest. It gets caught there, and your heart rate speeds up, you’re getting a bit hysterical. You want to scream at someone, something, anything. You go for a quick run around the block to dispel some of the energy that is only getting more and more unstable in your chest. But it’s not working. And there’s no shelter.